Chapter 265: File on Cynthia White

Chapter 265: File on Cynthia White

Last night, at the gathering where the wizards of Country Y stopped to watch, there were actually some of their compatriots present. Although Milos Lind had handed over all his work as the head of the review team half a year ago and moved to Country M with his family, he retained his identity as a wizard of Country Y because his daughter Arlian still wanted to develop in the Ministry of Magic of Country Y.

Mr. Linde did not openly favor the forces behind Riddle, but all the wizards from Country M who came into contact with Riddle relied on his help, especially Aidan Royea, who had just been engaged to his daughter this spring and was a new member of the International Joint Investigation Team known as the "World Gold Digger". Milos also made connections for several powerful people in the International Investigation Team.

Do you think the investigation team is useless? Ordinary investigation teams are like this, with little real power and restrictions everywhere, but the purpose of the international joint investigation team is not to investigate cases.

They travel around the world in the name of investigation based on abnormal reports. Since their establishment, they have discovered the most resources, such as gold mines, rare ores, and economic biological enrichment areas. Often, the Ministry of Magic does not have the ability to mine on a large scale where these resources are discovered. In the end, the investigation team will become the dominant miner who gets the lion's share of the profits with their astonishing financial, material and human resources.

In the production of silver and letters, the investigation team gradually became the largest supplier of raw materials behind the scenes. Now, after several changes of hands, they are actually the largest silver and letter operator in Country M.

Therefore, although Milos was not in Riddle's power, he also had a certain influence. Coupled with his familiarity with the wizarding politics of Country Y, Dag Rochier naturally approached him after receiving Della's order, and Milos naturally recommended his daughter Arlian, who had just finished her exchange internship.

When Della opened the door and found that it was Alian sitting there, she was actually a little surprised, because from the words of Royea and his son, who had come into contact with her before leaving the Muggle territory of Country Y, Della knew that this senior who had taken good care of her had joined the Department of International Affairs.

This result was somewhat inconsistent with the order she issued, but she remembered that Arrian had a mother who worked in the archives room, so Della sat opposite Arrian with a friendly face.

"Senior Alian, long time no see," Della raised her lips slightly and greeted Alian, who was nervously pinching the corner of her clothes, "Are you back from Country M?"

"Yes," Aryan looked at the thin girl who had thrown herself into her arms two years ago and often held her arm a year ago. Panic, ambition, and not-so-obvious heartache intertwined together, making her call Della's name as intimately as in the past, "Long time no see, Della."

Hearing this, Della's eyes moved and the smile on her face became sincere. "Don't worry too much about me. I have lived a good life in the past year. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to invite a senior sister to come over in the middle of the night."

A little bit of water shone in Arlian's brown eyes, and she smiled impeccably, and used Della's words to promote herself, "Although I am still in the International Affairs Department, I am more interested in law. My mother's friends in the archives are also willing to help me. I think I can answer your questions, Della."

Arrian, who is determined to make a name for herself in the wizarding politics of Country Y, follows her father's advice to follow cases of all sizes in Country Y and often looks through past files. Her father believes that Della Riddle may make new interpretations of some past cases, and Arrian has been preparing for this, just waiting for an opportunity to climb up.

"Very good, I have always trusted your abilities," Della pointed her wand to her temple and pulled out the image of Cynthia, "Do you know this person?"

"Cynthia White!" Aryan answered immediately. "This person is in the June file. I was deeply impressed by her because of her outstanding appearance and the little information in the file."

"White?" Della frowned. "Is there a wizard named White in Country Y?"

"Although White is a common Muggle surname, as far as I know, there are no wizards in Country Y with this surname," Aryan shook her head and continued to introduce Cynthia's situation. "In the file, she is 16 years old, her birthplace and date of birth are blank, and the labels are 'Victim of Dark Magic', 'Minor Privacy Law Applicable' and 'Person in Need of Care - Mild'. The above is all her personal information."

"By the way, the file also mentions her temporary care guardian, Remus Lupin," Ellian added, "which doesn't really make sense. The scandal that Lupin is a werewolf was already rife before the start date of this file."

Della knew the loophole Dumbledore had exploited. Being a minor was secondary, but the dark magic could be linked to her. No wonder Cynthia White appeared quietly. The people in the Ministry of Magic should have regarded this as her work. Some people might even be complacent about their clever neglect.

"What is the definition of 'person in need of care - mild'?" Della remembered Remus Lupin's endless care in Zhou Yushi's memory.

"The Ministry of Magic defines psychological problems as mild, such as stress disorders and traumatic amnesia," Ellian explained, "moderate is physical disability, and severe is the loss of self-care ability due to magic."

Amnesia?

Della didn't remember including this module in the puppet's phase diagram design.

"Do you think Cynthia White looks like anyone?" Della was inclined to believe that Dumbledore had concealed the identity of this unknown resurrected being.

"...Yes," Aryan said with difficulty. She responded to Della's gaze, her hand holding the wand trembling slightly, and slowly put the tip of the wand to her temple. "I have sorted out the list of the dead before. Cynthia White and Lily Potter, Harry Potter's mother, look very similar."

"What..." Della opened her eyes wide and looked in surprise at the image of the red-haired beauty that appeared next to Cynthia's phantom. She finally remembered the face she had seen in Harry's photo album.

Immediately afterwards, panic and guilt hit Harry like a tidal wave. Della could not imagine how much shock and harm her resurrected mother would cause to Harry.

But if you look more closely, Cynthia and Lily don't seem to be that similar.

Under tremendous psychological pressure, Della had this idea in her mind. Cynthia looked more childish, and her dreamy silver hair was clearly different from her passionate red hair. Even though they both had the same emerald green eyes, Cynthia's eyes were thinner and narrower than Lily's almond eyes. Although their facial features were similar, there were some subtle differences...

But the two of them look terribly alike at first glance!

After facing the reality, Della leaned back weakly. Fortunately, she was sitting, otherwise she would have collapsed. She relaxed for a while, and then slowly sat up under Aryan's nervous and concerned gaze.

"Your abilities are as outstanding as ever, Senior Alian." Della should have smiled at this moment, but she held her forehead and couldn't smile at all. "You answered my question perfectly."

"I'm glad I could help you, Della," Ariane said modestly.

"You are in the International Affairs Department now, right?" After getting a nod from Aryan, Della extended her olive branch, "If you trust me, take out the application form for Kodosdoriz and take the lead. Ignore the opposing voices and everything will go well."

"Politicians need to protect their reputation, and so do politicians-to-be," Della remembered the obvious desire for power that Aryan showed when he was in school. "All you get is some clean reputation."

Aryan opened her eyes slightly, not knowing how to respond. She came here with the intention of joining the force that Della belonged to. Even though that force was not bright, Aryan was sure that it would be the most powerful organization in the future.

"I still value legitimacy," Della explained. Under the light, one of her black eyes flashed a faint blue light. "Don't worry, senior sister, there is a place for you here. It's just that it is more suitable for you than being my close minister."

"I will be your most loyal subordinate in the Ministry of Magic, Della." Aryan immediately expressed her sincerity with sparkling eyes.

"I'm looking forward to it," Della said, still unable to express herself. She waved her hand, indicating that the conversation was over. "Rochiel and the others will give you their contact information later. I'm a little tired. Let's catch up next time, Senior Alian."

"Goodbye," Aryan stood up. At this moment, the look she gave Della finally turned into pure concern. "Have a good rest, Della."

"Hmm..." Della held her forehead and closed her eyes, responding vaguely in her throat. After hearing the door close, she kept this action for a long time, until she remembered Draco in the room, then she stood up.

She walked back to the room. The beautifully decorated room was brightly lit, but Draco had fallen asleep. He lay on the bed in a relaxed manner, holding the quilt in his palms, with his face very close to the quilt. It seemed that he wanted to feel Della's presence through the bed, but he was too tired and the bed was so soft, so he fell asleep immediately.

Della walked to the bed in a trance under the warm light. Before she could come back to her senses from the faces of Cynthia and Lily, she looked at Draco's sweetly sleeping face and lay down with her clothes on.

Draco's delicate face was beside her, and Dela reached out and touched it. Draco's face was warm, and her hand was warm too, but there was a kind of coldness that enveloped her from the inside out, making the warmth she felt seem false.

Della's vision gradually became blurred. She didn't know if it was because she was too tired, but her eyelids were unusually heavy. After blinking slowly several times, her vision went dark and she lost consciousness.

The long-parted couple lay face to face on the bed. They were not close to each other, with at least twenty centimeters between them. The only point of contact was Della's hand on Draco's face.

But in Maggie's eyes, the distance between them was still noticeably close. He hurried over when he heard that Draco was coming, but he didn't expect to see such a disgusting scene. He felt that it was not excessive for Draco to be subjected to a killing curse.

Unfortunately, Della won't allow him to do that.

Maggie gritted her teeth, walked to Della with a cold and handsome face, and planned to carry her to another room to rest. After all, it was not nice for a man and a woman to sleep in the same bed for a night. Della would accept this reason.

He first pulled away Della's hand that was on her light golden childish face, and then realized belatedly that the hand was terribly hot. No one knew Della's physical condition better than him. Maggie put her hand on Della's forehead and found that she had a fever.

"Damn it!" Maggie cursed, waking up Draco beside her. He looked at Draco's hazy eyes, which seemed half open, and really didn't want to deal with him. He cast a sleeping spell and hurriedly picked up Della, who was already unconscious from the fever, to find a doctor.